The Promised Ring

I have lost that sense of gravity,
the presence of a thought.
The honor from which I missed.
A cost of a bridge.

My desirable passions.

This one shot; do not take for granted.

The ruby slippers, Dorothy?
Are those yours!
Give them back:
or be faced with it.
You must be, fascist.
Are you, Dorothy.
Are you a fascist thinker.

As you shake all over. . .
I watch as I listened.

In slow motion.

Its smile.
Its ambition.
Its motivation.
Its success.
Its will.
Its anxiety.
Its growth.

The influence of my weight.
It was made to.
It was my courtesy, I created.
Such a insecurity, of the monster.